Santa Muerte

If eyes have to not see me
If hands have to not grab me
If feet have to not reach me
Do not allow us to be surprised from behind
Do not allow my death to be violent
Do not allow my blood to spill
You who know everything know of my sins

There is a woman
That you to her no but she to you yes can see
And like her there is no one
Since your bad deeds make them look good
Because she wants to see you well
Sincerely, the holy death

Life is short and death is eternal
Death is easy because life is hard
Life is beautiful and death is ugly
Life takes time and death arrives punctually

You killed Chepito and also killed Pepe
You killed Gatico but why Rene
They were shot a couple of times and all in the forehead
Thanks to that I now walk with my gun

I left drug trafficking and the fucking street
I'm still as violent, no one can change me here
If you don't know me, asshole, better shut up
Don't talk so much crap, you ignorant son of a bitch

He who does not know always speaks
And he who knows always remains silent
He who lives always dies
And he who dies never lives
He who carries a weapon kills
And he who has sin dies

And this song has powers

There is a woman
That you to her no but she to you yes can see
And like her there is no one
Since your bad deeds make them look good
Because she wants to see you well
Sincerely, the holy death

At my 8 years of age you took Chepito from us
Without caring a damn about my friend you killed him
Fulfilling your job was more important to you
I regret to tell you that today I come to avenge him

There was a time when I had to despise you
But over time I got used to you and I have learned to hate you
I want to release lead
I want to burn bullets
Kneel down and ask for forgiveness because I am going to send you to another life

Between letters and smoke I spend my time rhyming
In the solitude of my room I spend my time thinking

Everything could have been very different if my friend were by my side
I had to see him agonizing
Bleeding
Dead and buried

Locked in a coffin without any animus
4 years that I spent crying
With 6 shots looking for someone
This story has not ended

There is a woman
That you to her no but she to you yes can see
And like her there is no one
Since your bad deeds make them look good
Because she wants to see you well
Sincerely, the holy death